What gives pleasure and is permitted is what allows you to enter into a story, or rather to see yourself as if from outside as the kind of person that belongs in that story made real, and like any fictional character judgment is now suspended and you are assured that you will not die. This use of time against itself, to shelter you from exposure to death, to re-enter maternal safety, bending the law in the name of 'non-phobic enjoyment' is what lies behind much of desire and all illusory paradises.